The passages below offer a brief glimpse into the voice and movement of The Trilogy of Time, selected to reflect the tone of the work without revealing its narrative turns.
There was a time when I was free and wild
among the pine trees and the evergreens,
the forest deep with verdant colors of
the grass, the moss, the lichen, and the leaves,
I used to romp a little boy at times
along the boulders, and the outcrop of
the rocks, and fortified my castle there;
in my imagination I was like
a knight, in shining armor and a shield,
a sword, a helmet, and a coat of arms;
I had no name, but bore the moniker
of Chivalry, a little boy’s desire;
it was a fanciful rewarding time.
“Suppose Shakespeare were alive today,”
said the professor, amid the chaos of the world,
“what do you think he would write about?”
Everybody had their opinions.
It was a wintry day
and the skies were bleak and ominous,
reflecting the darkness of the times in which we lived.
I looked out the window, scanning
the quad, and the university campus,
where I had come as a young man
to try to ascertain the future;
but was it predictable from the past?
There was a blinding light in the sky
but nobody knew what it was.
It hung above the earth
in the dark night
like a chandelier,
brighter than the stars.
People were afraid.
Others were amazed
at the soft hum
like a hummingbird
in slow motion
captured on film.